Oke: Ja, so this mate of mine is, like, over from Dubai. And they make lank money there, hey. And he like dropped 20 gees on us last night, like, just because he can. Anything we wanted, man. He was just flickin’ out the wads.
Me: that’s nice.
Cue a clenching of fists.
20 gees could educate a school’s worth of kids for a year and some wanker is dropping it on his mates in a bling hole somewhere. And I’m driving home last night, thinking about this idiot, watching the hollow faces of the Cape Town street children. Wondering again how those with random wads in their pockets can’t see what they could do. How much they could change.
And it makes me sad. Sad in a way that is deep and unfathomable and biting.
And I can’t stop thinking about it.